If no one on this planet ever loves you, I always will.
Se continui a guardarmi così, Victoria, sarò felice di darti quello che vuoi. Dopotutto, non sei più una bambina" Sebastian a Victoria
The hare of history once more overtakes the tortoise of art.
Home at that moment was a starless night, a steady wind, not a human to be seen.
Nights through dreams tell the myths forgotten by the day.
I don't like to overdose. Call me old-fashioned.
Exterior: the jungle. Interior: Dark night of the white man’s soul.
, he answered me without speaking, without looking at me.
The child's laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown.
I have never, since the dawn of mankind, been adorable.
What makes night within us may leave stars.
I look at people who aren’t us and I hate them.
The sun?" Goldman said in an unguarded moment. "I hear they've shot it.
Our past may shape us, but it doesn't define us.
Sometimes to walk in shaded parts of Manhattan is to be inserted into a Magritte: the street is night while the sky is day.
We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.
The amount of perfume she had on was like a human sacrifice on Incense Night.
Night sometimes lends such tragic assistance to catastrophe.
The only thing we chase our shots with are high-fives.
Ultimately, the number of books always exceeds the space they are granted.
The love of libraries, like most loves, must be learned.
